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In the bright red sky |
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In the heat of an evening |
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When only prisoners sleep |
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She said she couldn't |
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Come to the garden |
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See an old man weep |
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She said her dreams were too far to be thought of |
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Her scars too wide to heal |
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She said she couldn't come to the garden |
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See a blind man kneel |
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She sailed away to a blue horizon |
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In floating thoughts she'd sway |
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She said she couldn't come to the garden |
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See an old man pray |
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She wished them luck as they left on their journey |
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Maybe she'd join them soon |
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But she lost her grip at the tip of life's fingers |
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Went home and worshiped the moon |
